Melanie and I were entering the house hand in hand, leaving the garden and the now chilling night air behind us. I was still surprised about what just had happened outside ... the enchanted evening, the lurker in the dark, the exotic music – Melanie dancing in the moon light, barefoot in the grass with her veils like a flame in a magic lamp ... and I had dared to rub it and free the captured spirit inside. The memory of Melanie giving in to my seduction made me shiver and involuntarily I clasped my fingers tighter around her hand.
I turned my head when I felt her respond to the increasing pressure by stroking the back of my hand with her thumb, and was rewarded with a happy, almost mystified smile on her lovely features. I was wondering for a moment if she had really realized what had happened, if she was fully aware that I had taken the deep friendship between us to another level by seducing her, and I was a little afraid if she would still feel good about it after waking up the next morning, looking back at the past night's events in the light of the day.
We slowly made our way up the narrow stair case to the bedrooms on the first floor, and with delight I realized that Melanie was not stopping at the door of the guestroom she had occupied on similar occasions before, but followed me to my own bedroom. We didn't bother to turn on the lights, the stray beams of moonlight sneaking through the only partially closed shutters were all the illumination we wanted. In the darkness I could hear Melanie breath and I could not resist the urge to pull her closer again. She did not resist and a moment later our lips were locked in a sensual, gentle yet passionate kiss. It was different from all the kisses I had exchanged with men before – there was something docile in holding Melanie, her fragile frame so light in my arms, her skin so soft against mine, her curves so inviting to outline them as if begging my hands to follow the soft bend of her waist and hip. With a hoarse moan I finally broke our kiss. It had been different out there in the garden with the excuse of putting on a hot show for the masturbating lurker in the shadows – but there was no excuse for what I was feeling and wanting right now in the secluded space of my bedroom. My nipples were rock hard and my pussy was throbbing with desire for the touch of Melanie's hands and mouth, but I still was not too sure how she would take it if I tried to repeat my earlier advances. I was afraid to destroy our wonderful friendship if I took things too far, and that was the last thing I wanted. So I decided to be strong and extinguish the flame of lust the vision of her wonderful body in the scarce light continuously sparked inside my groins.
In silence we undressed and minutes later we lay cuddled close under the sheets, Melanie's butt gently rubbing against my tummy while my arm rested on her shoulder, my fingers playing lazily and barely noticeable with her nipples. I was wondering if the continuous sway of her hips was just the response of the dreamlike state of my darling's mind since she seemed to be almost asleep already, or if maybe my baby was a shy but most effective seductress herself. With those pleasant thoughts and hopes on my mind I too finally drifted off into dream-land, Melanie snuggled tight in my arms.
I awoke – only partially – I would say. Something was definitely good. The grayish light that crept through the shutters indicated that it was still very early in the morning. With a low sigh, gratefully acknowledging that there was at least another two hours to be spent in bed before even considering getting up, I turned around and... was staring into the wide open eyes of Melanie. I returned her smile, anxious to see how she would react to finding herself awakening undressed in my bed. "Good morning, love. Mmmhhhh..." I stretched and turned towards her, my head resting in my hand propped up on the elbow, "... it still is early, can't you sleep?" I was hoping my voice would sound just nonchalantly and relaxed about the unusual situation.
Melanie looked at me, searching my face for signals maybe as intense as I had been searching hers. "Oh, don't worry. I always am up early, I hardly need any more than four or five hours of sleep ... and I have slept very well in your arms." It was the cutest blush I had ever seen that now spread about her lovely face as she uttered that last phrase. Secure now that everything was alright I felt like a bottle of Champagne that someone had shaken – ready to burst from joy – and willing to overcome the fears and resentments that had stopped me the evening before. With a moan I pulled Melanie into my arms and passionately kissed her. This time I knew her body was responding to my attention, I knew that she wanted it just as much as I did ... but I knew too that she was shy and maybe too shy to discover herself in this and let go. But I wanted her – that much I knew even in my half-asleep mind.
"How about you give me another hour of sleep .. or two ... actually darling .. you know, you could just give me a nice relaxing back rub, that always is great to fall asleep again. What do you think?" The plan was to get her to touch me under those chanced conditions – without forcing anything else on her. And she had given me those wonderful massages on previous occasion and they were just delightful. So I rolled over on my tummy and cheekily looked at her from that angle. Oh my god – that naughty smile on her face that minute was almost enough to make me grab her and force her head down between my legs immediately. Instead I closed my eyes and slightly spread my legs, awaiting what she would be doing – and she did not disappoint me.
